A Tale of Two Voices

Have you ever looked at a photo of yourself, having the time of your life, and you forget all about the day and zero in on all of your body flaws? Yeah, me neither. Like, I didn’t even notice the flabby belly, the squishy thighs, the too large shoulders, the chunky bum, or the farmer’s tan, you guys.

Here’s a tale of competing voices – which one will win? Which one do I want to win?

Wow, I have the shoulders of a football player. Why do my traps grow so fast when I lift?

No one has what I have to offer to the world but me. Also, get your ass off of social media, Deb.

I’ve actually said all of those negative things to myself the last two weeks. I know I should listen to the positive voice, but that’s not always the way it goes. I just listened to this podcast —> Body Image and Fat Loss for Women (seriously, go listen!) and had an epiphany. I ask myself this: which voice would I rather speak to my daughter with? Do I deserve less? Why do I speak to myself in a voice I would never use with my best friend? Why am I not my own best friend? Do I think that punishing myself will make it all better?

Time to re-wire. It’s time to notice when the voices of self-defeat, self-hate, self-loathing, and unforgiveness show up, and shut them down. Over and over again for as long as it takes. It hasn’t helped me lose weight before and it’s not going to, now.

Time to love and encourage myself as much as I love and encourage others.

As a wise woman once said, Mother Theresa never complained about her thighs. She had shit to do.

Go forth and do all of the important shit, my ladies. Stop worrying about your damn body – we’re too smart for this.